Dean watched Cas as he ran for the door, wanting nothing more than to chase after him. But Cas would just keep running, so Dean simply turned and went back to his classes.

Sam came running up to Dean right after their last class.

"Hey, Dean, can my friends come over this afternoon?" Sam asked.

"Sure, Sammy," Dean said. Sam grinned and ran back over to his friends. "I'll be in the car!" Dean called after him. He waited in the car for a few minutes before he noticed Cas sitting under a tree. He was about to get out of the car until he saw someone he recognized as Cas' brother Gabriel rush over to him and helped him back to a car. Dean watched them go and jumped when Sam slid into the passenger seat next to him and Kevin, Garth, and Jessica climbed into the back.

"You know, if you spent as much time studying as you did thinking about him, you'd have much better grades than you do now," Sam commented.

"Shut up," Dean said, pulling out of the parking lot and heading towards their house.

"You like guys?" Jessica asked.

"Are we really going to talk about this? I'm your ride, not your BFF," Dean said grumpily.

"Yeah, Dean doesn't talk about his feelings much," Sam told Jess.

"Yeah, and if we don't change topics soon, your asses are all gonna be on the curb," Dean said.

"Okay, okay, geez," Sam said. Sam and his friends talked about this and that, including homecoming.

"Yeah, no one's asked me yet," Jess said ruefully, glancing at Sam.

"Don't worry, I'm sure someone will," Sam said. Dean almost smacked Sam upside the head then and there.

"Yeah, and if they don't, we can all go together," Kevin said.

"Or you could ask someone yourself, Jess," Dean said, glancing from her to Sam.

"Can I do that without insulting them, though?" Jess asked, seeming to catch on.

"They might be a bit embarrassed, but they'll get over it. They should anyway, they're stupid if they don't." They pulled into Sam and Dean's driveway. "Okay, you guys have fun, don't break anything, and if you need food, ask first," Dean said as they all got out of the car. The four of them murmured agreement before taking off into the house. Dean chuckled and headed inside and up to his room. When he got there, he collapsed on his bed and started thinking about Cas. He was starting to get worried about him. It didn't seem like Cas had many friends, and Dean still felt that Cas was hiding something from him. He supposed he couldn't blame Cas, they weren't really friends, however much Dean might want that. Dean sighed and pulled out his homework, trying to focus. He'd barely made it to his senior year, and he didn't intend on cutting it that close again. He didn't make it very far before he was thinking about Cas again. He didn't know why, but he was desperate for Cas to open up to him. Maybe it was because he was cute, but Dean couldn't tell.

"Hey Dean?" Dean was snapped out of his thoughts by Sam's voice from the doorway.

"Yeah, Sammy?" He asked.

"Your totally-not-boyfriend is downstairs. Also, how does he know where we live?" Sam asked.

"Uh... I don't know. Thanks," Dean said, standing up. Sam nodded and dashed back downstairs. Dean took a moment to make sure he didn't look or smell like crap, then followed Sam down the stairs. Cas was waiting in the kitchen, wearing a hoodie and jeans, looking awkward. "Hey Cas. Do you... need something?" Dean asked. Cas looked up from the ground, looking rather like a chicken walking through KFC, and shrugged. "Okay... well... do you wanna hang out or something? My brother has some friends over right now, but it shouldn't be hard to avoid them. Or not, you know... whatever you want." Dean stopped, realizing he was rambling. Cas looked out into the living room where Sam and his friends were all laughing and talking, then looked back at Dean. He glanced around the kitchen, then pulled a pen out of his pocket and wrote alone? on his arm and showing it to Dean. "Uh, sure. Yeah, just... my room's right up this way," Dean said, leading Cas up the stairs to his room. Dean sat on the bed, leaving the chair open for Cas. Cas sat down, and Dean waited for him to do something, but he just sat there. Dean fished for something to say, but he couldn't find anything. Cas glanced around the room before his eyes landed on the drawing of wings Dean had taken on the first day of class that Dean suddenly remembered he hadn't put away. "Uh, that, I, uh..." Dean felt his face turning red. Cas just picked up a pencil and started continuing the drawing. Dean watched him, not sure what to do.

"So... does this mean you'll actually talk to me now?" Dean cringed. "Sorry, that was a poor choice of words." Cas glanced up, looking slightly scared. "I mean, you don't have to, I guess, it's just... normally the only people who show up at someone's house are their friends. Or people who need help," Dean continued. Cas looked back down, continuing the drawing. After a few seconds, he wrote something in the corner of the paper and stood up. Dean stood up, too, and Cas handed him the paper, then started out of the room and down the stairs. Dean followed, and Cas waved to him before walking out. "Uh, bye, Cas... I guess," Dean said, puzzled.

"You guys have fun up there?" Sam asked from the living room.

"Shut up, Sam," Dean said, heading back up to his room. When he got there, he looked at the drawing again. One of the wings was more elaborate now, and in the corner, there was a single word.

Thanks